My day was awful. On a scale from 1-10, it was kinda like the Tiantic was filled with penguins, puppies, kittens and baby seals and crashed into Chernobyls nuclear power plant causing a time loop where every day you only had warm flat Mickey's Fine Malt Liquor to drink that was recycled through an overweight midget carny's sweaty unitard.
But then I got home and this happened:
I'm 1/2 way through my pint and just by chance I am 1/2 way better now. Amazing what a pint can do.
But then I got home and this happened:

I'm 1/2 way through my pint and just by chance I am 1/2 way better now. Amazing what a pint can do.
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